Miles out in the sticks, your bud turns to you with sweat beading across their brow. They look you in the eye, trembling, as they say the four words that can lay waste to any fishing or camping expedition, "we're out of beer." 😶 Smoother than Sinatra's aftershave, you reach into your hidden RTIC cooler and pull out an icy brew. 🍻 Crisis averted, friendship tempered, satiety your reward.

As classicly American as Babe Ruth eating a Baby Ruth, the Buck knife has been slicing up camping staples from jerky to sticks for over 60 years. Forged from rugged 420HC steel and wrapped in a wealth of brass and ebony, your bud will thank you for gifting them the only thing that could still be handsome after a three-day trip in the woods. 🏕